Halo: Headhunters Novels & Stories

The second Paul led his team into Larundel with Margie right behind him, I had no doubt they were going to get the Guardians out okay. It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be, though. I figured out whose head I needed to be in too late to do anything with that information. Apparently, Holland’s next in command after Hines is a guy named Bossley. By the time Paul and Margie located the basement cells, he and some other Vampire nurse chick had already administered both shots to the five Guardians. Thanks to Jamie and Sicilia’s help over the IAC, it looked like they were all going to be okay, though there was one Guardian, a guy from Roatan named Stanley, who was having a lot of trouble reco

Victor was gone, gone—Harlan’s team spiriting him away in the chaos. Elena’s sob broke free, her body collapsing against mine. “He’s always one step ahead.” Marco’s laptop, salvaged, pinged: “Phase 3: Bounty to 100 million. Global hunt. – V.” Sofia’s hand found ours, her voice weak but defiant. “We don’t run. We fight.” Harlan’s mole network. Victor’s escape. The bounty’s call to arms. The war wasn’t over. It was hunt season. Chapter 34

Howard and Clayton were dead—finally. When they hadn’t been able to lose Aurora and her team, they had decided to try to make a break for the jewelry store, using it as cover until they could make their way into the chamber below the floor. They thought they would at least be able to take out the two Hunters and impede the Guardian’s progress enough so that they could get away; they were wrong.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

I hollered as I shifted to hunt down the bastards. Carson quickly caught the first two and eliminated them. The stupid assholes had thought coming back together half a mile from the clearing was going to help them. We crept through the forest silently, searching for the last rogue. We scouted the forest for hours and had just picked up its scent when a frantic call echoed through the forest. We froze misstep, trying to pick it up again if it was uttered again. Moments later a low-pitched bird call followed by a rapid, stressful one. Fuck. We looked around anxiously. ‘Falcon, hunters are here. What do we do?’

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

“Why did I say the incorrect thing?“ Hugo asked. “I believe they have a plan.” Everyone was stunned when their alarm suddenly rang across the headquarters, showing that an intruder had entered. Everyone stood up. Cael and Cain dash into the lobby with the others. “What’s going on?“ Raven asked, looking around but seeing nothing. The door is closed. Everyone looked around, but there was nothing unusual. Cain and Cael prepared their claws, as did the hunters. A dazzling light dominated their vision moments later. They all put their hands over their eyes to avoid being blinded by the light. The brightness vanished in an instant, like a bubble. Josh was standing in front of them, and someone esc

But how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters? Shaking my head, I reach up and rub the puckered scar where the wound had been. The bullet must have been dipped in wolfsbane as it was taking too long to heal. Even with silver, once it was out of the body, healing took very little time but it had already been a week and the scar bothered me as much as the strange girl standing in the clearing.

They barely mattered. For the first time, they felt grateful for their own insignificance. The crowd outside rippled. A path opened as five figures walked forward with their followers behind them. They were Building 26's Titan Gang leader Tony Hackett, Building 21's Mad Wolves boss Marco White, Building 18's Harmony Haven leader Brandon Siphox, Building 9's building leader Lyla Colwill, and Building 5's building leader Jadon Nash. They approached the entrance of Building 25 with confident strides.

"But I’m not ruling it out either. I’ve been going over some old calls in my head. If it comes to me, I’ll let you know." Talon didn’t say anything at first. He glanced at Halo, then back at the detectives. "Alright. Let me know immediately if it clicks. Anything." "We will," Kevin said. ••• Talon had been trying to call Zorro, to inform him of the developments. And burial planning. They had come, to their fortress. Halo had nestled in, still shook by what they had seen. It was obvious to her that things were indeed very serious. One moment the girl was ready to relay her confessions, and the next, she got a call and shot herself in the head.